In the dark my cold hands reach for my little recorder. It makes an odd beep so I turn on my other
favorite app - flashlight. I’ve just enough light to see my recorder
battery is dead then my iphone dies.
Not wanting to miss the moon while in search of new
batteries nor disturb my warm nest, I reach for pen and paper. Scribbling notes by moonlight makes me think
of times prior when stories were shared by stick etchings in the dirt and later
with quills on animal skin. What was
life like before writing, typing, texting, tweeting and the myriad of ways in
which we technologically communicate and share story today?
Stories were passed along person to person, through voice
and vibration dancing on invisible waves of air. These mornings the stars and moon share their
energy with me on those same air waves which remind me of those who watch “Dancing
with the Stars.”
Airwaves transport story to televisions and computers world
wide. This gift of these times has a potential down side it seems. I wonder if viewers ever get lost watching others dance? Do they realize they’ve a personal story
line?
Under the dark morning sky, I wonder what stories and
messages the stars are passing along.
When
I’m really quite and my mind is still, I feel their vibes. I hear their
invitation: Shall we dance?
(Click "Being (Really) Seen" for pt. 4)
(Click "Being (Really) Seen" for pt. 4)
-Dawn! The Good News
Muse, 13 April 2012
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